Not About Me

Puckered brow release your frown
These words you read are not mine
Though they flow forth from my pen
Messages I have received abound
But this not for my life and days
They belong each to another
Shared here with unmet beings
Perhaps for one of them meant
For me, just the one to deliver
As from a flower cried pollen
I breath words into pages
From unknown places of magic
Blessed to share with you
But fear not, for they are not always
That which are the happenings of MY life

Debbie Gravett © 2019.10.24

RDP: A Flower Cried
Image by Bruno Glätsch from Pixabay

4 thoughts on “Not About Me

    1. Thanks. Isn’t it sweet but irritating when friends frantically call asking if you’re ok because of what they’ve read. I’m fine and I have no idea who the words were for, but I trust they will find the necessary recipient at the right time.

      Thanks for stopping by.

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